Don’t Keep a Dog in the Garden

What if, one day, when looking back on his life, a madman who had nothing left but regret were to discover a single thing that still shone?
He wishes to give her the noblest thing that could ever suit her.
Because it rightfully belongs to her.

“I love you, Your Grace.”
“Please become the Emperor for me.”

What if, before the woman who had hidden the flames and barely maintained a precarious peace, the hunting dog that bit its master appeared?
Blood-soaked, he came carrying something drenched in blood, begging her to accept it.

Will she take him in, or will she throw him away?

“Don’t cross the line, Duke. Next time, I will cut off your head.”